Taking down the pictures. Corruption they defined. I can't turn around. I hold closely to these signs. And i still manage to show my teeth through the jealousy and spite. I still tell myself that i'm alright. Nothing seems to matter anymore. We've been told to leave but we're just standing at the door. Bitterness and malice run through our once conjoined veins. We stare into our eyes and feel a lack of what was there. I want this fight to end, but i can't pull myself to the task. I can't do shit to fix this but i'm the weak one so you can. You don't need this. You don't need me.